Although the saury can't satisfy the two blood babies, there is no problem with the large skewers of barbecue. Although the meal in the temple was not full, fortunately, the family has countless delicacies. After Liu shocked the father for a long time Coaxing, the second and third masters finally reluctantly agreed to eat grilled fish for the time being, on the condition that Dad would tell a hundred stories at night. According to the second and third masters, in Caiyu City, Don Bellkina’s mother would have it every night Tell so many stories. [m rapid update]

Liu Zhensha really hated Tang Beierkina. Except for a bunch of pornographic jokes in her belly, she couldn't find any stories, but she had to agree to tell her.

Squeezing into the crowd of people on the third and third floors, Liu was shocked to discover that the porcupine skin in this suit always allows him to take a lot of advantage. He saw a spiky uncle who wanted to come in. The first reaction of the diners outside of the Feilengcui Merchant Group was to get out of the neutral position first, so as not to get stuck and don't know where to find a witch doctor.

"Come on four grilled trout! Don't stuff herbs, I want to add chili! Huh..." Liu Zhensha was only in front of the grill, waving the charcoal smoke that smoked his eyes with his hand, and he said a big deal, only to find the barbecue. There are only a few Medusa and Butterfly Maid on the stall who are busy with sweating, even if they know that the boss is talking, at this time the few Maid’s feet are not touching the ground, no one has time to care for him, and the main force of cooking food Army, the Hobbit halfling chef is not there.

Lao Liu looked at it again and found that two Hobbit halflings were lying on a slanting chair not far away. One of them was holding a plate full of yellow roasted pheasant necks, and there was a cup on the table next to him. rum. A row of cool water drops hung on the cups, apparently made with ice beads, and the two halfling chefs were eating with greasy mouths, chatting one after another. The plump stilt is tall, with a tuft of black hair exposed from the bottom of his feet, shaking comfortably from time to time.

"Why are you two?" Liu shocked the chicken neck and swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and cursed at the two chefs: "Didn't you see the business coming? You two are actually playing around?"

"We have to have the sixth dinner!" Seeing the boss say so, the two Hobbit halflings slowly got up from the recliner and said aggrievedly, but after seeing the boss's eyes, their first As soon as he reacted, he covered his plate and hid a plate of chicken necks in his arms.

Many races in the Aegean continent feel incredible about the Hobbit halfling who eats six meals a day, but they don't know. The Hobbit halfling also feels unimaginable for other races that only eat three meals a day.

For the hobbit halfling, what is more important than enjoying food six times a day?

"By the way, boss, someone came to you just now, damn! The guard in the palace. He is dead handsome in a golden uniform!" The halfling chef winked at the boss: "Looking at how arrogant they are, I almost beat them on the spot. They! But they were caught by Fat Roll."

"Oh? The palace guards? Are you going to beat them? Hehe... you just blow it fucking... You continue to eat. After eating, give me four trouts, the largest and fattest." Liu shocked He raised his eyebrows: "But you are not allowed to eat the fish roe inside Guoguo, the second and the third! Children will be stupid to eat fish roe in this life, so I will leave all the roe for me to eat, and give them one. Yeah, when I come back, I will take your land and go to Mongolia!

"Feudal superstition." The two halflings murmured. \\mStarting\\ took over the three princes thrown by the lord.

The surrounding Beamon finally recognized who this porcupine piggy was, and gave Liu a shocking gesture.

Liu shocked all around to pay tribute to these Beimon polite jaws, maintaining a perfect demeanor, and flicking his large sleeves across the square and walking towards the bar. The porcupine shaman robe was very hot. Liu was shocked and smoked all over his body. He wanted to go back and ask the halfling chef to put an ice bead on his body to drive his enthusiasm, but felt that looking back would not suit the style of a divine comedy shaman. With vanity at work, Liu Zhenshan had to wipe the sweat off his forehead and went on.

Along the way, many Fei Lengcui militiamen were wandering around and patrolling. A few were still happily surrounding the Templars in the main temple of Shabak. They saw Lord Lord return, the militiamen They all pointed their thumbs in the direction of the bar and inn, and their eyes were full of troublesome connotations.

Liu Zhenshake secretly calculated in his heart what the guards of the palace would do and make provocations at this time? apologize?

It seems unlikely. When he was fighting with the prince, Helen and Mo'er were in the palace, but Liu Zhenhuan didn't worry too much about them. With Mo'er and Gabriel Demon Butterfly there, the possibility that the Kingdom of Beamon could harm them both had not yet emerged. If the two of them really wanted to get out, Mo'er couldn't stop the giant dragon with instant magic ability.

Old Liu was thinking wildly in his heart, seeing Bellamy and Nedved standing in front of the bar and playing mischief from a distance. Bellamy was holding a pile of inferior clay figurines in his arms, squatting on the ground and laughing happily. While Nedved was holding an inferior bow in his hand and a bag of mixed feather arrows between his legs, he kept pulling his arrows against a dark and dirty linen twenty steps away.

This patched linen is supported by two wooden sticks, and the translucent bladders of the Rongsha cubs are tied with a thin linen rope. They are blown enough to swell into a gourd-like shape. Without seeing how Nedved was aiming, he heard the bladder "cracking" bursting into a piece of the bladder stretched on the shabby black cloth opposite.

The owner of this shooting booth was Bimen, a Washou clan, and his face was already stiff like a mahjong card. The Weasel of the Wasou tribe has always been famous in Bimun, lustful, greedy, mean and cunning, and love to put a bit of stinky fart. They have never been liked; what is even more hateful is that their behavior is really bad at the root, every March 4th. On this day of the Ribimong Christmas Day, the waders like to go in groups to prostitute the Chikhin prostitutes. Not only did they not give money, but they also plausibly believed that they were "worshiping the New Year" --- —In the ancient Bimong custom, hundreds of trades and businesses did not collect money on the day of God’s Christmas, and took the auspicious sign of "God of War Birthday. The world is in harmony", but this custom has long since changed and the festival is to be celebrated, but It is absolutely impossible for a hundred trades and businesses to not collect money. "Don't kick the bachelor's bowl, don't black **** money." Everyone knows the truth, and the Wasou people do so, no wonder their reputation is like their fart.

The Weasel of the Waers tribe belong to the vassal of the Wolf tribe. Although they are also Wolf from the name, the wolf tribe firmly believes that the weasel with bad character is obviously the yellow weasel. Where is the noble Wolf, and Kunke Although a tribe of skunks are small and weak, they are also hard-hearted, and they also refuse to admit that the weasels of poor character belong to the skunk tribe.

After Liu Zhenshan approached. Nedved had already shot the dense inflatable bladder clean, Bellamy grabbed the pottery doll who was on the ground as a prize into his arms and laughed.

"Don't keep hanging the balloons for me! Hurry up!" Nedved waved the bow in his hand to the Wasser boss of the shooting booth, urging repeatedly.

"You two are embarrassed too!" Liu Zhensha was both angry and funny: "It's not easy for others to ask for life. What are you doing in this way?"

Bellamy smiled and lost a clay figurine puppet. Liu looked up and down in shock. He raised his head and gritted his teeth and shouted at Nedved: "Mom, B! Pavel. Shoot this kid for me. His body was sold to Feilengcui to repay the debt!"

No matter how old Liu is not angry, this earthenware figurine is actually a live erotica of women and men, that's all, but the hero and heroine of this live erotica are still Pigs, and the firing method is rough. But the craftsmanship is exquisite, the happy expressions on the faces of this man and woman are vivid and vivid---Lord Feilengcui is exactly a pug, isn't this Wasabi Meng just looking for something!

"Boss, hurry into the bar. O'Neill and Rodman are insanely negotiating with others. I don't think they can figure it out, but they have to fight again." The archer turned his head and said to the lord. Stop, in the blink of an eye, four more arrows are shot.

"Oh?" Liu was shocked thinking that there is still this thing? Just after a fight with the prince, the palace guards came to ask for trouble. This king is too unqualified, right? With this question in mind, Old Liu kicked open the hinge door of the bar.

"My day!" On the face, a hot wind and noisy sound came to Liu Shock, and Liu Shock, who was already wearing a leather robe in Redi, suddenly burst into a row of bean-sized sweat beads on his forehead, and fell into eight petals on the ground.

At this time, the four sides of the bar are full of people sitting in the four directions, and they are talking about it. It seems that many of the clothes are sacrifices, but almost all of them are dressed in sky blue robes. There are occasional soul sacrifices in red robes. In it.

Duncan, the takin warrior, lay on the back of the chair with a curved Gurke blade, with his feet on the wooden pole, facing a dart target on the wall. The little giant Iverson was sitting on an oak barrel. , Let Xiao Cui help him pull out his white hair. Fat Luo and Ao Fat sat at a long table-shaped bar table in the north, and the foam of the four palace guards in golden uniforms splashed, and Fat Luo had his chest sticking. Three quill pens————This is a symbol of scholars in the Kingdom of Bemun. One goose feather on the chest represents the school teacher, two quill pens represent scholars, and three quill pens represent the great uprights of the classics, and one more This is a vendor who sells pens.

Mage Ortega took his apprentice Messi and Elf Mage Tangning to sit at the bar in the distance, drinking ale quietly, watching the heated debate between the two sides.

The two praying mantis monks Murphy and Owen were also sitting on a table with Ferro and O’Neill. They lowered their heads and were poking the legs of the table with their serrated swords. The densely packed rows of honeycomb-shaped holes reveal the white flowered wooden core inside.

Seeing that the divine comedy shaman came back, all the priests stopped talking. They were still being pulled by their companions. They realized their gaffe, and when they raised their heads, they immediately stood up like a reflex. The whole bar was silent. The noise of a piece of tables, chairs and benches being drawn on the floor.

Only Ferro and O'Neal remained in the bar, shouting loudly.

Seeing the cramped and nervous expressions of these low-level sacrifices, Liu Zhenshan had to admit that among Bimon, for sacrifices, especially legendary sacrifices, how popular and admired, the human world is not afraid of violence. The strong man also has an unusually ardent worship, which also comes from the traditions older than Mongolia.

The title of nobility is just a business card representing identity, but the brave is a monument to record history. The conquest of the mammoths on the snowy mountains of Tamuraya has proved this point, and it has been proved again today.

"Good evening, my children." Liu Zhenhuan nodded to the priests around him, took off his porcupine skin crown, and gave it to a maid who came up, and squeezed her soft boneless hand. , Wiped a little oily water.

"Mianxia, ​​although it is very presumptuous, I am honored to be able to see you again." The jagged voice accompanied by a trembling tone of excitement sounded intermittently around Liu's shock.

"Tomorrow is the ceremonial ceremony. In my own name, I invite everyone to have a glass of ale, and go back to bed early." The face of the newly promoted divine song shaman shines with a kind of compassion that only saints have: "My child, Although the ale is good, don’t be greedy. It’s right to meet the first test of your life."

"Your generosity can illuminate Weiyang's midnight." The voices of most sacrificial worshipers tremble more and more. This divine comedy shaman's obsession with doctrine makes these rookies feel ashamed - if they know this pig It's a wine barrel filled with dissatisfaction, I don't know if he will think so.

When O'Neill and Fei Luo saw the boss coming back, they waved their hands desperately. The four palace guards who had turned their backs to Liu Shock, also turned their heads together, and saw the shaman who was pretending to be a ghost, their eyes were cold and condensed.

"Masters, good evening." Liu shocked his right hand and nodded to the four palace guards with extraordinary tolerance. When he saw a divine comedy shaman taking the initiative to greet him, the expressions of the palace guards remained motionless. Sensually, he greeted Liu Zhenshake without being humble and greeted him.

Liu Zhensha only glanced at it, and then vaguely guessed something famous.

These four palace guards are all green mantis sword saints of the Lutang clan ~lightnovelpub.net~ They are about 30 years old, all wearing a straight, cloth-made officer uniform, wearing a salute sword, and everyone’s There are hideous scars on their faces. At first glance, they know they are warriors on the battlefield. The blue ostrich tail fleece on their military caps proves this, because it means that each of them is "Troll Hunter".

"Boss, these four guys have to take Owen and Murphy away!" Fei Luo took a trace of schadenfreude and slanted a few Green Hall officers. Mammoth Sage's words suddenly confirmed Liu Zhensha's original guess.

"Dear Richard, you came back just right." A mantis knife saint with a blindfold on his left eye, took the initiative to introduce himself to Liu Zhensha: "I am Shearer, the chief instructor of the saber of the Kingdom Guard. The three Green Hall officers are all from the inner court, just like me."

"Master Hiller, what can I do for you?" Liu Zhenshake pretended to look at the one-eyed dragon and asked knowingly. This one-eyed mantis sword saint named Hiller was the only one on the arms of the four Green Hall guard officers. The one without the protruding marks of the serrated broadsword, and his waist does not wear a symbolic ceremonial sword, but a standard cavalry knife hanging on each of the left and right ribs-the natural bone knives can fall off, Representing the best sword sage among the Green Party clan, the officer of Xianglai Hiller claimed to be the chief instructor of the Kingdom Guard Army's swordsmanship, but he was not as full of moisture as Liu Zhenshan claimed to be the king of sacrifice.